'Can'T Stand The Holidays! ' Poem by Linda Winchell

I can't stand the Holidays!
don't feel them anymore!
Could care less if they ever come!
Wish they wouldn't, to me their just a bore!

You run around spending money
money you don't even seem to have!
And then when little Johnny opens up his present
he screams, 'What's This? ' And looks real mad!

So what if he didn't need those socks!
They were on sale and didn't cost me that much!
I can't help it if he put on his Christmas wish list
he would have rather, have a remote control kind of truck!

What does he think, I'm made of money?
He should be just glad that I'm even alive and here!
And smiling along with the rest of the crowd!
and spreading all my Holiday kind of
humbug Christmas cheer!

Oh humbug! I can see why there was a Scrooge!
He's a lot like me, I think?
Would rather spend my winter months
in a hibernating snooze, and drink!

I can't stand the Holidays!
I think I'll skip them, when they come around next year!
And everyone else can do their thing
spreading their Holiday kind of Cheer!